Flee

Certainly feel bad about it, but somehow this wasn't up to me. I grapple with fears and the like, but I admit to having to balance all accounts and look out for myself in some way.

And that does count some writing for free time, when i have it. Here goes, another 'trailer of sorts':

We live in a dark time. We took all those times, those peaceful times that the people have sacrificed so much for; we took them for granted. They came very much like a storm, itself a force of nature led by a force of nature. They pillage and they extort at their leader's behest. And the foul leader now sits on a very powerful throne, all thanks to his trickery and deceit.

And our line is the prime target, the prime suspect. Now we are reduced to hiding even our names. But what else would we have done? Our house has always watched over the world in peace and war, and this dark time shall never be an exception.

How long shall it come to pass before the last remaining members of our line die at the hands of these invaders from the north and most of all their syphilitic leader? For his flaws and eccentricities, he is nigh-omnipotent. I have seen him crush down the most skilled members of our house in the first clash itself - testament to his claim of being a force of nature, wielding power over life and death. There is none now who can challenge him, not even I the callow youth.

I am pondering.

None now, but what of then? We all think it's crazy, but I have faith in the progenitors from long past. We owe our existence to them, and will owe our salvation to them likewise. We need someone who is capable of keeping up with, and taking down the co-ordinator of this nightmare.

I wish the best fortune to our last and best hope.